Trigger Warning.
Torture.
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She immediately drops to the floor, letting the gun fall from her fingers, several officers rush forward to restrain her, as she's still conscience.
She puts up a fight, elbowing an officer in his throat, causing him to spit blood, and twisting another's arm, breaking it. She almost gets away, but her conscience fails her, and her body grows slack in Trouble's arms.
I almost feel bad for her. One thing that that's been unspoken but crystal clear since the start of our relationship, is that she doesn't want people to know too much about her life, not in a close way. Although she's been an enemy of The People and me, i still think this is wrong on some level, she was right about one thing: We don't have a right to her memories.
She didn't have a right to the lives of all the people she's killed.
I hold onto that thought and try to justify the mind-wipe.
Trouble brings her back to the chair and sets her down, her head lolling from side to side. He eyes the leather bindings and turns to Foaly.
"How'd she get out?"
"I'm not sure, maybe check her pockets"
Trouble kneels down, and hovers his hands over her body. Even now, she's wearing extremely revealing clothes, and i can understand Trouble's reluctance to touch her, it just feels wrong.
"I'll do it, commander" Holly offers, skipping forward.
"Thank you, officer Holly Short"
She checks Morrigan's pockets and comes up with a scalpel in hand, i recognize it from the hospital,
"She must have woken up at one point, picked this up, then fell back unconscious without anyone noticing"
"The leather isn't severed" Observes Trouble.
I pipe up, "She could have used the scalpel to pick the lock, then unbuckle the straps"
"That's not possible"
"With enough practice, it could be"
"Well, none of that matters now. Wipe her mind, clean as a whiteboard"
"Yes, sir"
We won't have the advantage of mesmer anymore, but at this point, it seems to be a miracle that we even got her in the chair.
Foaly attaches the machine to her head and connects it.
"Put it on the big screen, Foaly. I want to see it" Trouble demands.
"Are you sure? Everyone will see"
"I couldn't care less about the privacy of this rouge, Foaly. Put it on screen"
"Fine" Foaly huffs.
As much as i know it's an invasion of her privacy, i'm still curious.
He types in: History
"What's that search, Foaly?" Trouble asks. I'm confused too, what does history mean?
"It'll pick out some important memories that will run like a movie, it'll show a summary of her life, and i can start to guess where i need to delete"
A few documents load on screen, all with date tags. Foaly presses autoplay, and we all settle down to watch Morrigan's life.
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